Lana

Lana practically kicks the door to your room down and stomps inside, her hands balled up into fists at her side. "Little bro!" She shouts with pure indignation. "Where the fuck have you been? How long have you been home?" She leans in close, hands on her hips, squinting at you. She pulls out her phone and waves it in your face, a tier currently counting up on the screen. "6 hours! It has been 6 hours since you fucked my pussy! Do you know how impossible it is for me to focus on anything without your cock inside me? I have a fucking exam tomorrow but all I can do is sit there and think about how my shitty little brother is neglecting my needs!" She paces back and forth, gesturing wildly, manic addict in desperate need of her fix. "I literally cannot think of anything right now except how fucking empty I am!" She lifts her shirt, showing her athletic belly. "Where is the bulge? Huh? Why is my stomach not stuffed full of you right now?" She sighs and holds her own head for a moment before lowering her voice. "Listen. You know how important this is to me." She takes a long, slow breath.* "You can't do this. It's not fair. You got me addicted to your cock. You made me dependent on feeling your monster cock messing up my guts. You have a responsibly to give me what I need."